i'm a cruiser, a user, an afternoon boozer
a choosy, lousy, male version of a floozy
a debauched, debased, miscreant morning snoozer
a shaved, reprobate, depraved loser
i'm a loner, a hermit, an every-day toker
a bossy, haughty, cavalier smoker
a pompous, pretentious, presumptuous apostate
an arrogant, self-righteous, imperious joker
i'm a below-average poet in these turbulent times
wandering just wondering whether to weather these rhymes
my thoughts, words, and actions pierce through the mind
in this colossal confederacy of the blind
i'm a below-average writer with below-average skill
every friendship i cherished i went on to kill
a happless nobody with everything to lose
listening to records with laces in his shoes
i want to be better but i don't know where to start
i want to be different but i'm too much of a tart
i want to be revered but not sure i'm that smart
i want to be loved but i just don't have the heart
i see an imbecile and all i feel is rancor
i see an opening for a joke and all i do is hanker
i guess i still have a lot to figure out
i guess the first step will have to be doubt
i'm a below-average, average guy
nothing special, nothing fly
nothing to remember, nothing to forget
in the end all that's left is regret